Olorungemstone

God is indeed good!

I was reminded of this earlier today when I was stranded in Ogba. That should be a movie title – Stranded in Ogba.

Here comes the cool story…

My madam at the top sent me to the bank to do some transactions. I do not like going into banking halls because of the crowd one has to struggle through. I sha packaged the cheques and my national ID card and a black biro and thought about how much…

Scratch that! I didn’t think at all! I just took two N50 notes from my hand bag and packaged it with the cheques. I think that if I was thinking, what I thought was that I’d be able to get some money from the money I’d get after cashing the cheque.

Hiohiohiohiohio.

I got to the bank and after some complications, had to pay the cheque into my account instead. I spent N50 to get to the bank and when I was done, I realized that the N50 left will not get me back to my office. Omo, see prayer! I started calculating who to ask for N50 while begging and pleading with God to just do one miracle for me with immediate effect.

One day, Red and I were standing at an ATM in Pen Cinema and a young guy walked up to us to ask for money to eat and to catch a bus back to work. I am always moved by such stories but God sent me Red to put a check to some of my stupidity. Red asked me, “If you were stranded and had to get to work or to somewhere, what would you do?” I said I’d try to reach whoever it was I was going to see or call a colleague to come out and meet me with the transport fare at a certain point. Then he said he knew the guy was lying about going to work because he should have done something akin to that.

So na so I come dey think of who to call to rescue me or how to just walk up to some stranger and ask for N50 to get me back to my office. I couldn’t decide on a way out but I sha carried a Keke Napep going to Ogba to connect another Keke that would take me to Akilo road. The Keke to Ogba would cost N30 but the one to Akilo would be N50.

When I got to Ogba, I was so absent-minded and lost in thought that I didn’t alight when the Keke got to the point where everyone was supposed to come down. Plus he hadn’t given me my N20 change yet. I thought I could at least show the Akilo Keke guy that I had some money oh, just not enough, but this Keke guy no come get change at all. So I was still inside his Keke when he turned around to go back to Ogba bus stop to pick passengers going to Berger.

That’s how I just stood at Ogba bus stop – stranded and totally blank.

30 seconds later, I turn to my left and a very familiar car, plate number and The New Anointing sticker smack dab in the middle of their windscreen, is sitting in line waiting for the traffic warden to pass them. I didn’t even wait for my brain to register that I knew those plates before I started frantically waving them down. The fear of them driving off without ‘saving’ me was so paralyzing… and scary!

“Abeg, I just need N50 to get back to work abeg. Just N50.”

But the wife didn’t have N50 neither did the husband.

“Even if na N100 sef, just gimme make I go work.”

Then she emptied her pocket and just gave me all the cash that fell out – N1,350.

All this happened within seconds so that when they drove off, I was overwhelmed with love and thanksgiving and gratefulness and just a VERY good feeling!

♬ Thank you for saving me, thank you my Lord. Thank you for saving me, thank you my Lord. ♬

♬ Imela zoputam, imela oh. Imela zoputam, imela oh! ♬

The ones God sent to deliver me! Halleluyyuuurrrr!

Thank you John and Adaora Onyema. You are the definition of God-sent.

I forgot to add that Adaora is my elder sister